Naruto King of Lightning

Chapter 333

The feeling of coldness and damp came... Wu Yong knew that he was still being calculated after all, and his consciousness gradually did not belong to him, and some memories that were suppressed in the deepest part began to appear——

"I'm sorry, you are a good man."

This is a very cute...junior high school girl with short ear-length hair and squinting eyes when she smiles.

Feeling that his head was a little heavy, Wu Yong touched his head with his right hand... In this empty and quiet campus, no one saw the black tree diagram flashing away on his right arm, as well as the faint and unreadable sound. Violet arcs of sound.

"What am I doing here?" Looking at the girl going away, Wu Yong was a little confused... He always felt that what happened now was a little bit out of harmony.

So he began to try his best to recall his memories... After standing still for a few minutes, his memories appeared: it was the third year of junior high school, and he, who had always been shy, finally, with the encouragement of his bad friend, confessed his love to the girl who had been in love with him for three years.

Then...then they were properly issued a "good person card" of their era: that is, you are too kind...the consciousness that we are not suitable for.

"You two bastards, tortoise bastards, wouldn't it be nice to keep this beauty in my heart?"

Wu Yong, who was cursing alone, looked up at the sky - his head was at a 45° angle, this was to prevent his last inner line of defense from collapsing.

Although he did this kind of action subconsciously, Wu Yong found that... he was not so sad, and he was a little hard-hearted—as if he had let go.

The girl's frowns and smiles that appear in my mind are more of a faint memory.

"Well, there is only one truth... Haha, I have already realized it."

Wu Yong, smirking with his hips on his hips, ran in the direction the girl left... It was already class time, if he went too late, he would be scolded bloody by the "Hippo" old class, and he had a strong smell of menopause.

Thinking of her homeroom teacher, Wu Yong had the urge to laugh out loud - her face was originally nothing.But once he gets angry, he will subconsciously widen his eyes and open his mouth slightly...so someone in the class nicknamed him "Hippo".

Da da da…

Wu Yong, who walked up to the second floor with intensive small steps, had already heard the sound of reading aloud from the class... The hand that was about to knock on the door suddenly stopped.

Where he couldn't see, the purple arc flashed again.

"Knocking on the door now, I'm afraid you will be standing in the corner of the classroom...for a class?"

After muttering to himself, Wu Yong fumbled around on his blue school uniform pants...and finally found a crumpled cigarette and a pulley lighter.

"When did I learn to smoke?... Was it the first or second year of junior high school?"

After hiding the things, Wu Yong rushed to the toilet in the back playground...there is where these smokers gather.

As if some tacit understanding had been reached, the teachers would not choose to go to the back toilet... Of course, it was limited to male teachers.

And they would not choose to smoke in the front toilet... Wu Yong heard that this is a tacit understanding between teachers and students that existed very early.

"Teacher, thank you for giving us a free space..."

Just like many things... He knew it was wrong, but he still couldn't help doing it.

Winter is coming to summer, and the day of graduation is approaching... Wu Yong is still living so heartlessly. He is obsessed with watching his work "Detective Conan", and often says in front of his bad friends: "There is only one truth. ..."

Since the confession, Wu Yong and the girl have become farther and farther away...even if they are at the same table, he has not been able to get the moon first.

This kind of thing that would make you jump your feet and scold your mother when you think about it later, in his age...it was the most common thing: after all, computers were just emerging at this time.

Internet cafes are still the kind of "big-headed", old and bulky machines.

A group of them still play... Meteor Butterfly Sword, Red Alert, and later CS single-player online games.

Heartless and heartless, he has no sense of urgency to enter high school, just thinking about being cool and unrestrained every day.

After growing up... Of course, the intestines of regret are green, but it doesn't help.

Since the confession was rejected that day... Wu Yong always felt that there was something wrong with his memory.

But he didn't tell anyone, including the two bad friends... Did he tell them that he was in a trance after being hit, and even temporarily forgot his previous memories?
He didn't want to tell anyone about such a shame... If anyone knew about it, it would hurt him for the rest of his life.

Or simply say that he was so fascinated by watching "cartoon" that he was hopeless... At this time, there is no such thing as "anime".

There will be no cartoons such as "Slam Dunk" on the TV, which make people excited and passionate... Although he has also imagined that he is Hanamichi Sakuragi, who can both fight and dunk.

Rukawa Feng has never thought about it... After all, it is quite a challenging thing.

Girls like this type... In Wu Yong's head now, there is such a cognition.

But the reality is often cruel... He can't be Rukawa Kaede, and he can't be Yingmu Huadao.

In terms of height alone, all hopes were wiped out.

Jingle Bell…

The bell for class rang, and it was also his last class at this school....

Tomorrow is the time for the senior high school entrance examination, the time to decide a person's fate.

Although it is not as cruel and ruthless as the college entrance examination...it is also a watershed in life, and it has a lot of weight.

Sitting in the classroom, the teachers took turns one by one... There was no lecture, just talking about what happened in the past three years, and it had a very "inciting" effect.

In the memories of the teachers, his deskmate... this quiet girl was crying so hard.

Wu Yong was indifferent to the point of indifference... Then he lowered his head, trying not to let others discover his indifference: this imagination was classified by him as the "sequel" after being rejected that day.

Ever since he was knocked into a trance, Wu Yong found that he...had no other expressions, only the calmness that made his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle.

But he still couldn't recall anything else... He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

Glancing at his first love next to him, Wu Yong deliberately opened his mouth to comfort... the words came to his lips, but turned into ridiculous self-esteem: the two of them have rarely spoken since that day.

And he seems to have deliberately forgotten about this matter... because he has to try his best to imitate the expressions of other people: joy, anger, sorrow, joy, in order not to make himself look like a different kind, cold and ruthless.

Time seemed to be stuck in a state of stagnation again... In a blank mind, the last class also passed quietly.

"Wu Yong, Wu Yong...will you go for a while?" Li Gao who opened his mouth shook his head a few times, and found that Wu Yong had an expression of "nothing to love" on his face, shrank his head and ran away... After all, the confession matter, He also has a "credit".

Now that Wu Yong looks like this, he is probably in "Sorrowful Spring and Autumn" again.

Li Chenming, who was packing up his things at the side, also wisely chose not to disturb Wu Yong, and left quietly.

It wasn't until the last person who left to wake Wu Yong up that he recovered from the trance... Although he couldn't remember it, he could confirm one thing: he had forgotten something very important.

(End of this chapter)